So On - Iamsu!

They don’t believe you 'till you show 'em, you know

Yeah, HBK, yeah you know how we play

Yeah, and I can’t quit, all I know is, all I know is

And I can’t quit, yeah

I’m a hustler, I’ll tell you what’s mine

I’m so, I’m so on

Writing a couple plays at the same damn time

I’m so, I’m so on

Sitting back and just watching my moves

I’m so, I’m so on

You couldn’t walk a mile in my shoes

I’m so, I’m so on

Late night in the studio, me and my bruhs

I never ever once thought that this would be what it was

Corner store every other day to gas the VW

I’m going back and forth to Hayward

Dropped out cause it sucked

In the back of the class, hoodie up, headphones

Ready to leave, hurry up, let’s go

Shit was picking up, but it still wasn’t easy

40 dropped Function, now I’m on TV

Now I’m on my first flight to NYC

I was backstage sweating, me and YG

Those were the days I would never see again

World Trade Center Hilton, it was me and Sam

Yeah, same day I dropped Kilt 1

Ay, pray for it and it will come

'Cause that’s the way it go

Willing stretch, trynna find a song for radio

But they ain’t play me though

I went back in the kitchen, had to give 'em what they need

Me and Jay went Stoopid, I turned Suzy 6 Speed

My own little movement, I see it picking up steam

They switching up teams, trynna kick it with me

I’m a hustler, I’ll tell you what’s mine

I’m so, I’m so on

Writing a couple plays at the same damn time

I’m so, I’m so on

Sitting back and just watching my moves

I’m so, I’m so on

You couldn’t walk a mile in my shoes

I’m so, I’m so on

Cheif’s house was the trap house

I’m on Limelinx putting slaps out

Yeah, Kilt 1 was the warm up

Kristen picked me up in a Honda

San Jo, two shows, one night

We was running a promota

Overpay me still wanted seven hunnid

Trust me I got it for you, trust and believe

If you ain’t got it, I can spot it for ya

Niggas believe in anything, I guess they not as loyal

As I though they was, I can’t call you 'cause I’m in

Got my dollas up in to three different continents

Ain’t no accolades or awards for my accomplishments

I’m on some popping shit

And now they hating, really thinking that they stopping shit

I’m on it all for playing, head to where the profit is

Come to my city, I’ll show you where the profit is

Blood, sweat, cry for this

Niggas ain’t hot as us

I’m a hustler, I’ll tell you what’s mine

I’m so, I’m so on

Writing a couple plays at the same damn time

I’m so, I’m so on

Sitting back and just watching my moves

I’m so, I’m so on

You couldn’t walk a mile in my shoes

I’m so, I’m so on